She made a sort of surprised mmf! when he kissed her and was suddenly acutely aware that this would be the day, of all days, that she'd finally decided to wear a touch of the Mitsouko she'd received at Christmas. Her hand went up to the centre of his chest, almost as if she were going to push him away, but the touch lost its impetus somewhere along the way and her hand simply came to rest lightly against his solar plexus; she watched his face, intrigued and a little delighted, particularly at the self-assessment of idiocy.

"Who's the Celestial Toymaker, then? Some cosmic mischief-maker?" Even not knowing who this being was, the synaptic leap was easy to follow. "You think it's behind this."